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Chapter 31: Saviour

Arabella's fingers were curled into the fabric of his shirt, gripping it with the desperation of someone who had nothing else left. Just the weight of her body leaning into his as he carried her through the vast, hollow corridors of the mansion.She was almost weightless in his arms. “Lucas?” Her voice broke, soft as breath as she stared up at him questioningly. Her lips were cracked, her eyes wide and glassy like a lost child. “You need a bath,” he said simply, voice smooth but cold. As if he were stating a fact, not tending to the woman he had carefully dismantled.She didn’t respond. She didn’t pull away.He took her to a bathroom. Opulent. Warm. Cruelly beautiful like everything else in his prison. Beautiful but cold. Without a word, he began undressing her, peeling the fabric from her limp body. Her skin was cold, marred in places with faint bruises and abrasions. She said nothing as he stripped her bare.He half expected her to flinch.But she didn’t.“Get in,” he murmured.

Chapter 32: Strange

Lucas stood by the edge of the bed, one hand buried deep in his pocket, the other curled loosely at his side. His thoughts were roaming, but his gaze was locked on her face, soft, delicate, peaceful in sleep.His Arabella.Even like this, with the faint traces of bruises on her skin and a haunted stillness in her expression, she was beautiful. So infuriatingly beautiful that every inch of his body responded. His jaw tensed, his cock stirred, and something darker curled inside his chest.It wasn't time yet.He wouldn’t take her now. He might’ve been a monster in more ways than one, but not in that sense. There was no thrill in forcing himself on a woman too broken to scream. No pleasure in conquering what no longer resisted.No, he wanted her awake. Alert. Aware of exactly what she was surrendering.He would make her want him. Beg for him. Need him. And when she finally gave in, it would not just be her body he’d take, but the last fragile shreds of dignity she clung to.A breath esca

Chapter 33: A gift for his pet

She didn’t do much for the days he'd been gone. She ate.Exercised lightly.Took quiet walks along the edge of the estate garden.A simple, steady routine.The reports came in and Lucas read them all.She had adjusted.Or so it seemed.Lucas nodded slowly as his fingers skimmed over the report.Four days.It had only been four days since he left. And still… his thoughts kept drifting back to the girl sleeping in his bed.His little pet.He leaned back in the limousine seat, legs spread, fingers tapping absently against the armrest as the vehicle cut through the darkened countryside.She hadn’t found it yet.He'd known she wouldn't, not immediately.He’d hidden the gift on purpose.Not where the maids might spot it.No, she would stumble across it eventually, alone.Touch it.Wonder.He wanted her curiosity piqued.Knowing she would not use it if it was within the glare of people he had hidden it where he knew she would eventually find it. Wanted her fingers trembling with wonder wh

Chapter 34: His good girl

Arabella I was being dolled up again.Now an everyday routine I was slowly adjusting to. Another morning of hands brushing over my skin, smoothing fabric over my frame and styling me, expert hands on my hair gently brushing out tangles as though I were some fragile porcelain thing. It was clear now, Lucas had shifted his game. Changed tactics. Entirely.Since that night be brought me out.Gone was the cold isolation, that place that still haunted my dreams and messed with my head. Now, I was being treated like a guest…No.A pet.An indulged, well-groomed pet. Waited on. Watched. Handled delicately, but never freely.And yet, it was better than the dark. That roomI sat before the mirror that morning as their hands fussed over me. Dresses I didn’t choose. Jewelry I never asked for.It was suffocating in its own way.Soft chains. Beautiful chains. My reflection stared back—calmer, maybe. Softer around the eyes. And my hair—too long now. It used to brush my shoulders. Practical. Ea

Chapter 35:

Arabella It slowly became my secret routine.The hidden room. The pole.Every night, when the house sank into its usual eerie silence, I’d slip away, barefoot and quiet, like a whisper moving through the halls.That room—my private sanctuary—welcomed me with open arms.It smelled of velvet and metal and freedom.I grew bolder each night, my body remembering things my mind had long suppressed.The movements came easier. Smoother. Controlled. I wasn’t a professional, but the way I moved made me feel like I owned something, my body, my will, something.The pole became more than just cold steel. It became a place where I could forget who I was now.And thanks to the room being soundproof, no one ever knew.It was the one place where Lucas’s reach didn’t seem to follow.Or so I thought.---“What’s this?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at the outfit being laid out on the velvet chaise.The woman—Lucas’s servant or whatever title she wore, barely flinched.She smoothed her hand over the sheer

Chapter 36: Switched

“Calm your racing heart,” Lucas murmured, his voice low, vibrating with a quiet command. He sounded at ease. Almost sleepy, she noticedmBut her heart was beating rapidly. “Sorry,” she snapped back, her body tense. “But I don’t have a switch that just goes on and off the way you’d like.”There was silence. Then a low, amused chuckle.Dark. Deep. Rich.It startled her.She turned toward him slowly in the dimness, her gaze locking with his. He was still shadowed, the moonlight barely brushing the hard lines of his face. She didn’t understand him.Not at all.He was cold. Cruel, then almost kind. And he seemed to enjoy making her anxious. “I hate suspense,” she whispered after a moment, her voice small, brittle. “I hate being made to wait.”She had been made to wait for him the whole day while he arrived late at night. He didn’t respond right away. She thought he might ignore her completely until she heard the quiet rustle of fabric as he shifted closer.“Why?” she pressed, quieter

Chapter 37: Invading his personal space.

Arabella. I was still perched on Lucas’s lap, barely breathing and trying not to move too much. “The… the carnival,” I muttered, the words shaky as I tried not to move. “Would I still be able to come out? Does your offer still stand?”I hated how small my voice sounded.The silence between us thickened, and he seemed to be deep in thoughts while I helped my breath waiting for his reply, then suddenly, his phone rang, slicing through the quietness.Without a word, Lucas stood up, shifting me effortlessly as if I weighed nothing, and placed me down into the chair. His hand brushed over my head, slow and deliberate, as if calming a pet.“We’ll talk later,” he murmured.I only nodded.“Eat your meal,” he instructed.Almost as it talking to a dog.I obeyed—not out of hunger, but because defying him felt pointless. Eating was just another command. Just another leash around my neck.---Lucas didn’t return that day.Or the next.I hadn’t seen him at all. The house felt calmer without his

Chapter 38:Entertain me, wouldn't you?

“You seem to invade my mind… my thoughts,” he murmured, his gaze devouring her. “With just your body. Just the thought of it.”Her startled eyes flew to his, wide, innocent, devastating. His cock twitched in response, straining against the restraint of his control. How could something so delicate and innocent looking, be this dangerously seductive?Without warning, he hoisted her onto the edge of his desk, the movement fluid, dominant. He leaned in, his face a breath away, watching, and enjoying the flickers of emotion across her expression. Her lips parted, then closed, then parted again, her breath catching in the thickening air.His fingers reached for her, slow and deliberate, brushing against her bottom lip. She gasped softly, leaning forward, and that was all the invitation he needed. His arm slid around her waist, pulling her firmly onto his lap, locking her against him.Her body tensed at first, stiff, guarded. But slowly, almost reluctantly, she softened, sinking into the war

Chapter 39: Seduction

Arabella’s POVI tossed and turned all night.Tomorrow, I was going to dance for Lucas.I had never danced in public. Not for anyone. The only time I ever did was years ago, at that bar, with my face hidden. Masked. No one had known who I was.But now? Now, I was going to bare myself, no masks, no shadows, for him.My heart pounded so hard it echoed in my ears, keeping sleep far away.Was I really going to do this? Was I that desperate to leave this house… to see the outside world again, even for just a day?Lucas had agreed too quickly. Almost eagerly. Maybe he was mocking me, curious to see if I would really follow through. Maybe he wanted to humiliate me, watch me squirm as I danced for him.Still, tomorrow, I would be entertaining the man who had destroyed my family and bought me like I was a commodity.I flopped back onto my bed that morning, defeated.He had already arranged everything, of course.Rows and rows of clothing were lined up in the room, draped like an extravagant di

Chapter 40: Are you not entertained?

Arabella's leg planted firmly on the ground, then swung up and parted with precision, her movements deliberate and taunting. The lace bodysuit clung to her like a lover, molding to the perfect curve of her ass, leaving just enough to the imagination, yet gifting him with sinful glimpses.His jaw tensed when he caught sight of her firm, perked nipples peeking shamelessly through the delicate black lace.She knew.She knew she was sexy, powerful. And tonight, she danced like she owned the damn stage, like she owned him.She slid down the pole in a slow, fluid motion, a living, breathing temptation. When her hips began to grind in rhythmic circles, a soft moan escaped her lips, a sound so quiet yet so potent it shot straight through him.Then her eyes, dark, smoky, locked onto his. From across the room, that single glance tethered him, as if invisible strings had been knotted between them.She wasn’t just dancing anymore. She was watching him unravel.Her lips parted, slow and sinful, a

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